The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Su Yutang felt like she must be dreaming.

She looked at Bo Jingzhou, then at Xiao Ayan, and shook her head and said, "No, this is not Xiao Ayan."

Little Ayan seemed to understand what his mother said. He pouted his lips in grievance and his eyes turned red instantly.

Su Yutang realized that she shouldn't say this in front of the child, and quickly called the servants over: "Take care of little Ayan!"

"Yes." The servant hurried to take care of little Ayan.

The little guy stretched out his arms and asked his mother to hold him, but was taken away from the scene.

Su Yutang was frozen all over, completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

She held onto the sink. "What the hell is going on? My daughter...how did she become a son?"

Bo Jingzhou went forward to help her, but she pushed him away.

What she needed at this moment was a reasonable explanation, not comfort.

"You said this is little Ayan?" Su Yutang asked him again.

Bo Jingzhou nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

Su Yutang shook her head: "That's impossible! Little Ayan is obviously a girl!"

"Xiao Ayan is a boy." Bo Jingzhou repeated patiently.

"Why?" Su Yutang felt confused. "What's going on? Could it be that... little Ayan has always been a boy?"

Bo Jingzhou sighed and explained seriously: "We didn't intend to lie to you at the beginning. It was you who misunderstood. It wasn't until two months ago that we realized something was wrong. You seemed to really think Xiao Ayan was a girl. We wanted to tell you several times, but we were afraid that you would be sad, so we waited until today..."

"Are you afraid that I'll be sad?"

Su Yutang laughed angrily, "I'm afraid you're the ones who are sad!"

Bo Jingzhou wanted to explain: "I..."

As a result, Su Yutang pushed him away and walked out the door.

"Dad!" She called out to Su Hanhai who was walking towards her.

Su Hanhai raised his head in surprise and met Su Yutang's scarlet eyes that were on the verge of collapse. He frowned almost imperceptibly.

"What's wrong, Yutang?"

"Xiao Ayan...is it a boy?!" She rushed to him and asked in disbelief.

Su Hanhai was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Well, you have always raised him as a girl. I saw that you were happy, so I didn't correct it."

Not corrected? Not corrected?!

How ridiculous.

She turned around and rushed to the stunned Madam Su: "Mom! You also know that little Ayan is a boy?"

Mrs. Su paused, a trace of guilt flashing across her elegant face, then turning into gentle helplessness: "Yutang, this matter... Well, at first your father said there was no need to tell you specifically, but then seeing you buy so many beautiful little dresses for your baby and smiling so happily, we just..."

Su Yutang felt dizzy. She held her forehead and asked one by one.

I asked her four good brothers, and the answers I got were surprisingly consistent -

"I know."

"Little sister, this is not a big deal."

"Seeing you were so enthusiastic about raising your child, I didn't have the heart to interrupt you."

"Don't boys and girls feel the same pain?"

all know.

It turns out everyone knows!

In this family, they all knew, except her! She was the only mother who didn't know that her daughter was not a daughter, but a son!

impossible……

She obviously gave birth to a daughter...

She saw it with her own eyes on the day she gave birth!

She turned her head and glanced around. If the four little treasures didn't know the truth, they would have turned the house upside down long ago. But now they were unusually quiet and nowhere to be seen.

She said to the housekeeper, "Go! Go...call all four of these little treasures over here!"

The old butler bowed respectfully: "Yes, Miss."

......

The room was dead silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Su Yutang sat upright on the large velvet sofa in the middle, her back straight and her hands folded on her knees.

There was no expression on her face, only her slightly pursed lips and eyes burning with dark fire, revealing the impending storm.

Footsteps were heard coming down the corridor.

One, two, three, four...

After a while, the four little treasures lined up neatly and stood in a row opposite each other, each with their head slightly lowered, revealing a rare sense of guilt and nervousness.

The one at the edge is Bo Jingzhou.

The man who is usually decisive and has the final say in the business world, now also has his head slightly lowered, his eyes fixed on the smooth floor, as if he can study it to find something new.

Next to him were four little kids, looking like a row of quails hit by frost.

The older ones dared not say a word, and the younger ones even less so.

Su Yutang looked like he was going to call someone to account, causing the five of them, father and son, to not dare to look up.

The whole world is silent.

Finally, Su Yutang spoke, her voice filled with anger: "Tell me the truth, what's going on?"

Erbao, who was standing opposite, trembled his shoulders, raised his eyelids timidly, glanced at Mommy quickly, and then quickly lowered his eyes, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Mommy... I'm sorry... We all know that Xiao Ayan is the little brother..."

Su Yutang's gaze swept over coldly and fell on the little girl next to her who was wearing a princess dress and had a small bun tied crookedly on her head.

"Then why is he wearing a skirt? And pigtails!"

The second child who was named shuddered violently, twisting his two little hands nervously together. He pursed his lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mommy! It's all...it's all because we wanted a little sister so badly, so we dressed little Ayan in little sister's clothes and braided her hair...we, we just pretended he was a little sister..."

The other three little guys nodded in unison.

"Heh." Su Yutang laughed out of anger again.

"Great, that's great, you four... you're really good! Mommy was tricked by you!"

Dabao immediately frowned: "I'm sorry, Mommy... Please forgive us..."

Sanbao lowered his head and admitted his mistake sincerely: "Mommy, we know we were wrong..."

Sibao sighed even more: "Mommy, I know you want a little sister just like us."

Su Yutang was about to speak.

Sibao continued in his childish voice, "But there's nothing we can do. Little Ayan is just my little brother. At this point, we've already accepted this fact."

He paused and looked at Mommy with a more earnest look, "You should accept the facts just like us."

The second child next to him immediately sighed heavily, his little face full of worry and persuasion: "Yes, Mommy, you should think more positively."

"..."

Accept the facts? Think more positively?

Su Yutang looked at the five "culprits" in front of her. The four younger ones tried to persuade her to be more open-minded, while the older one continued to pretend to be dead and study the floor.

And the little Ayan, who was wearing a skirt and was "entrusted" by his brothers to play the role of a sister, seemed completely unaware that the storm was caused by him. He was secretly sticking out his little tongue to lick the milk foam left at the corner of his mouth from drinking milk just now.

She felt a surge of hot blood rushing to her head, and she began to feel dizzy.

Su Yutang took a deep breath, then another deep breath, and felt his temples throbbing.

She was almost laughing at the five of them, and the anger in her chest almost choked her to death.

Her gaze passed over the four little guys who were still sighing and trying to persuade her to be more positive, and went straight to the man at the edge who was trying to disguise himself as a background board.

"Bo Jingzhou, what about you? Have you also come to terms with it?"